Death’s Anger Poem by Naveed Akram

Death creates anger to some who think it,
It married your flesh to your eternal spirit.
Life carries my burden as long as I comb
The hair of breath and breadth, under the dome.
May the angels of death cause our bereavement
When it happens, an event of the soul, the achievement.
Let anger make you strong, fatality comes,
Towards our star departs our Fate, it benumbs.
The premises so attached to me and my body
Are linked to the mind if it rests, becomes droopy.